Page 45 of Kidnapped Bratva Toy

Pietor had directed us to the bed once we’d both been able to clean up, and I was damn thankful for that IUD that was probably pulling double duty, considering how much Pietor had filled me up.

Laying there next to him, I fought back a giggle. What the hell was I thinking? My brain was apparently as scrambled as my insides. Goddamn, Billie. That was the best lay of your entire life.

And still, life called, duty called, and right at this particular moment, nature called. I sat up, hanging my legs over the bed to hit the bathroom. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my waist and hauled me back. I landed squarely against Pietor’s chest, gasping as the swell of his thick erection pressed into my midsection.

“Jesus, you scared the crap out of me.”

Pietor laughed. “Where you going, sweetheart?”

He nuzzled into my neck, and that unyielding burn set up shop between my legs again. I’d never get enough of this man and his incredible assets for as long as I lived. That piercing had been the thing I didn’t know I was missing all these years.

“To pee.” I raised my eyebrows at him. “Maybe shower since I’m pretty damn sure I’m covered in dried sweat.”

Laughing against my shoulder, Pietor sucked in a breath through his nose, his hips flexing to rub himself against me.

“You smell damn good to me.”

It shouldn’t have been as flattering as it was, but I beamed all the same, my pussy getting slicker by the second.

“I’d smell better wearing your body wash again, and you know it.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “Hmm, all right, darlin’. You get a moment to take care of business and then I’m coming in there to join you in the shower.”

“You are very bossy. You know that?” I cocked a brow at him, smirking.

“I do.” He grabbed my hand, guiding it between us as I leaned back to wrap around his dick. “Now go. I may be bossy, but I’m not patient.”

Smiling, I stroked up his shaft, finding that jewelry with my thumb and manipulating it. When his eyes rolled back, I released him and hopped off the bed to sprint to the toilet.

As promised, Pietor was inside the bathroom as soon as he heard it was clear, and he walked right to the shower to turn it on. I stepped out of the little room to the side and sauntered up behind him as he reached inside, adjusting the water temperature.

Slipping my arm around his waist, I found his hardened shaft and resumed my stroking. He grunted low as I squeezed tightly, Pietor’s head falling as he let out a heavy breath.

“Fuuuck,” he dragged out, “Sweetheart, if you keep that up, I’m going to come right here. At least let me turn around.”

I let go, and Pietor spun around lightning fast, lifting me into his arms and holding me to his hips. I wrapped my legs around him, mostly instinctually, and his cock was pressed between us. The warmth was incredible, and I could feel the beads from his piercing brushing against me.

"Oh, shit. You're quite strong, Mr. Vadim.”

Grinding myself against him, Pietor growled in my ear, opening the shower door and taking me inside. He got us under the spray just long enough to soak us, and then he stepped to the back of the large glass box.

There was just enough of a ledge up this high above the bench that he could rest part of my ass on it as he pinned back to the fogged glass wall. Every movement jostled that piercing through my folds, and I squirmed to try and get him inside me.

“Oh, no. You’re letting me play with you first.”

“You’re a damned tease, asshole.” I glared at him, still rubbing myself on him.

“I know, baby.” His hand went to my nipple, pinching—hard. “I know.”

Arching against him, I yelped, and the sting sizzled down my nerves to my clit. I was such a slut for enjoying it so much, but again, I couldn’t find it in myself to care. You’re so bad, Billie. But fuck, does that feel good.

At that point, I let go of my thoughts, letting my attention revolve entirely around the fantastic things Pietor was doing to my body. He tweaked my nipple hard again, and I whimpered until he released it. Then, his thumb was at my clit, rubbing aggressively until he gripped his cock and smacked the swollen bud with it.

“Fuck! Just get the fuck inside me!” I growled, and Pietor’s sinister chuckle filled the air.

“Is that a beg, darlin’?”

When I looked up at him, Pietor was all sin and sadism. It was so damn sexy my knees would have buckled if I weren’t being held up. I couldn’t let him win that easily, though. Could I?

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